PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
Old Elroy had two passions in life. Music and woodwork. Oh, how he could tickle those ivories, and build the bench to sit on while doing it.
You know, he could have been famous playing that old piano. We told him to focus, but he would have none of it, being of two minds as he was.
And so, when the tablesaw took his fingers, the music died as well.
You can still see his piano though. He couldn’t sell it, even though his playing days were done. Turned it into a planter, he did.
Darndest thing I’ve ever seen.
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PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
“Best sandwiches this side of the state. No, the country. Maybe the world.”
“Yep. It’s the bread… That’s right, the bread. Fresh baked every morning, it
makes the sandwich.”
not make a sandwich.”
“No. And yes. Anybody can stuff fillers between two pieces of bread. Everyone
has the same fillers off the same truck. The bread is the difference. People show up for the bread.”
“You are passionate about this bread.”
“Just wait, and you’ll see. Here it is now.”
“Place looks closed.”
“No way! What happened?!”
“Don’t know. Maybe they quit making dough.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
New flowers lay by the vase that held wilted predecessors. They, so fresh and vibrant, would fade as well.
Her love, like the flowers, bold and beautiful, faded away.
She the flower; he the soil. Each a part to play. Each needing the other, then no more. Another passed, plucked her up.
Oh, for an unfaded flower. An undiminished love.
He turned the bottle up, made bubbles in the amber. The old revolver’s chamber spun. He slammed it home and squeezed the trigger.
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PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
Tommy’s coffee was not enough to stop the shivers.
This winter is ridiculous. How much can I take?
Inside, even shielded from the cutting wind, the cold was there, a living entity, seeping from the brick and mortar into him as he walked to his apartment.
The cold greeted him in his apartment. The radiator sat wrapped in cold against the wall, too stubborn to light. Too cold.
He walked to the window. Slid it open.
Why not? Climbing onto the ledge, the wind cut his dry, chapped skin, but it wasn’t satisfied. It slid around his back and pushed.
Why fight it?
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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala
The rain was gone, and the kids wanted s’mores.
“No way,” I called back on the drive home. “Wood’s wet.”
“S’mores, s’mores, s’mores,” came the raucous call from the backseat.
Pulling in the drive I said, “go in. Get ready. I’ll start the fire.” I winked at my wife. There was a little dry kindling hid back. Maybe I could get something going. She smiled back.
They cheered. Then I did my Big Bad Wolf impression, huffing and puffing until a tendril of smoke burst to flame. Extremely proud, I called up to the house.
“Quiet. You’ll wake the kids.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
“What happened Ted.”
“Um, we were hiking. Saw the car and Susie said maybe it was an old shiner’s car. They used to run moonshine all through those hills, you know?” Ted looked at the woman.
“Yes, I’ve heard. Go on.”
“Well, we checked it out you know. Thought that maybe there’d be some shine in there.”
“We didn’t do nothing wrong you know. Where’s Susie?”
“Susie is with Officer Alvarez giving her statement. Same as you.”
“We pried open the trunk… and… and,” his voice broke as he said, “that’s where we found the bodies.”
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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The ball sailed through the air in slow motion. Faster than either of us caught in that horrible time warp of fear.
The cracks in the glass just appeared. Like lightning shattering a clear night sky.
After staring at each other for an eternity, we set to work with the tape. If we did it just right, no one would notice. It was a good job, too. It must have been. We used the whole roll of tape before stepping back, satisfied with our handiwork.
Playing in our room we heard mom and dad come in.
“Boys! Get out here.”
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